The kids were busy and noisy in the kitchen getting their Thanksgiving dinner ready for their families this year.
“What in the world are you doing?” Scott asked Todd who was fixing the turkey and stuffing.
“Well, stuffing is on the inside of turkey, so I’m putting the bread between the turkey lunch meat,” Todd said very matter-of-fact.
Madeline laughed; she thought it was funny and has a big crush on Todd. The adults were banned from the kitchen, but they looked on from the hallway. They were in awe that all their kids insisted on making the dinner this year, their way. They weren’t worried because the Lockners were down the street making the real dinner to make sure everyone ate; as much as they all agreed to eat what their kids made.
“Hey, no peaking!” they all protested at the same time. Their parents all just chucked.
“Nurse, I need gloves!” Nathan joked, “Stat!”
Zoey and Madeline looked at Nathan very strange, “What language are you speaking?” Zoey asked.
“I don’t know, they say it on the TV doctor show,” he said, “so I guess it’s important. This green bean casserole is very important.”
Nathan poured a pound bag green jelly beans into a baking dish. Then he got the tub of whip cream from the fridge, got the largest spoon from the drawer and globed the whip cream over the jelly beans. All the kids just stared at it with wide open eyes and mouth, “wow,” they all said in a whisper tone.
“Yep, it looks like what my mom makes,” Nathan said with pride.
Cassie pulled a chair over to the fridge, climbed on it and grabbed the potato chips from the top of the fridge.
“I’ll take care of the potato and gravy part,” she said. Got off the chair, opened the fridge and pulled out French Onion dip. Everyone just looked puzzled at her as she put it on the table.
“What?” Cassie started, “chips are made from potatoes like mashed are. And gravy covers that; dip covers chips.”
“Oh,” everyone said as their faces lit up.
Since everyone was familiar with the kitchen, they knew where to get bowls, plates, silver wear, and anything else needed for the dinner table. Madeline followed Todd around the kitchen.
“What else can I do for you,” she asked him.
“Um, get the rolls, I guess,” Todd said and squirmed away from her. She looked around and in cupboards to find rolls.
She went to the pantry, opened the door and the idea hit her on the head–literally. A bag of marshmallows fell off of the shelf on the inside of the door.
“They look like rolls,” she said studying them, “Ok, I got rolls.”
“They’re not the right color,” Todd said.
“Whadda mean?” Madeline asked.
“The ones I eat are kinda brown,” Todd said. “What about putting them in the toaster?” she asked.
“No, messy,” he said, “they’ll be ok like that I guess.” She took three out for each place setting while gazing at Todd.
As their parents quietly peaked in, they proudly watched each of the kids busy themselves making Thanksgiving dinner. Salad bowls were filled with salad from a bag for the vegetable. Each kid had a job or two to do for each person’s plate. The turkey and stuffing sat in the center of each plate; the green bean casserole dish was put on the table with a big spoon in it; rolls were on the small plate next to the salad.
“Ok, we have the mashed potato part, but we need those orange ones,” Cassie said. Scott pulled a bag of circus peanuts out of his backpack. “Got it covered,” he said and dumped then into a bowl.
“Done,” Nathan said.
“Nope, one last thing,” Todd said.
He went into the pantry and came out with a can of cranberry sauce and set it on the table.
“Are you serious?” Scott said in disgust.
“Should we open it?” Madeline asked with fear in her voice.
“No,” Todd said. “Then why did you get it?” Nathan asked.
“Well, it’s always on the table and I see some people eat it,” Todd said, “I just thought it should be on ours to make it real.” Everyone laughed loudly. “What’s going on in there?” a parent asked. ‘
“Dinner is served,” Nathan announced. All the parents walked into the kitchen and just studied the table.
“What’s on the menu?” a parent asked trying to figure out what was what.
As the kids gave a run-down of their menu, the Lockner’s came in the back door and started setting up the turkey and fixings in the dinning room.
“So who wants the first serving?” Cassie asked, “Dad?”
“Ok, I’ll have a little of what you made,” he said holding back his giggle, “but don’t give us to much. It looks like you only made enough for you kids.”
“Oh don’t worry,” she said, “the dishes are deeper than they look.” “There’s a lot to share,” Madeline added.
Each parent got a plate of a sample of everything.
“We are so proud of each of you,” a parent said. All the other parents agreed out loud.
“Since you were so generous to share your meal with us,” Mr. Lockner started, “we’d like to share some of our meal with all of you, if you’d like.”
The kids walked into the dinning room to see a long table filled with a traditional Thanksgiving meal. Everyone sat at their tables with two plates filled with food to share from each Thanksgiving.